This is an untouched image taken, I think, by my daughter, E. It still takes my breath away to see it. It is on a string of images that I labeled as E and the Sundogs. All of us here added to that run of images.
Dew Light
Now in the blessed days of more and less
when the news about time is that each day
there is less of it I know none of that
as I walk out through the early garden
only the day and I are here with no
before or after and the dew looks up
without a number or a present age – W. S. Merwin